About Me
- No Roses
- Once upon a time, in the heady, giddy world of the eightees, somewhere between discos and vodka tonics, a young girl met a prince. The prince later on turned into a frog and hopped away, but not without leaving her with two squirming tadpoles. But God was good and the tadpoles grew up and turned into a handsome prince and a beautiful princess. This is the story of my world, and the castle (or the pond?) I live in. No bed of roses for me, but my prince and princess have given me garlands of sweetness!
my garlands of sweetness
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
MD
Imagine a month of Sundays
Each one a cloudy day
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through
Imagine that ray of sunshine as you
Remember your darkest hour
With dawn still far away
Remember the way that you longed for mornings light
And think of yourself as a candle in the night
Make believe this is the first day
Everything all brand new
Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star
And then understand the kind of gift you are
The gift you are
like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
all the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
all of our dreams come true
The gift you are
the gift of you
Dream of a bright tomorrow
Know that your dream will come true
Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar
Then you will know the kind of gift you are
The gift you are
like the very first breath of springtime
The gift you are
all the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
all of our dreams come true - yes they do
The gift you are
the gift of you
The gift you are
the gift of you
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